Page 7 of Ensnared By Silence
“You’re delusional. He isn’t interested in someone like me. You saw his last girlfriend. Tall, thin, blonde, and beautiful. I’m a troll in comparison.”
“Stop that shit right now. You are a fucking prize, and if you just gave a guy a chance, a real chance, you might find happiness.”
“I’m happy,” I respond with a little resentment in my voice.
Mathias knew what happened on graduation night and urged me to take my evidence to the police. After explaining the kind of people I would be accusing, without actually telling him who it was, he finally dropped it. He comprehended my childhood was difficult, but even he didn’t know what I endured.
No one did.
“You’re existing, barely, and you deserve to live your life surrounded by love.”
I slid from the booth, needing a break from the conversation. Shrugging, I replied, “I’m doing the best I can with what life gave me.”
The alcohol pulsed through me as I walked past the pool tables and down the hallway to the ladies’ restroom. Ducking into a stall, I made quick work before I washed my hands. I inspected myself in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. Standing at five-foot-four, my breasts were slightly bigger than a handful, and after years of gym work, I carried lean muscle and a toned waist.
I touched up my makeup and exited the bathroom, ready for another drink. I didn’t cut loose ever but knew Mathias would take care of me. The hallway was covered in shadows and I took one step before I ran into a wall of flesh. Hayden’s smell was woodsy with a hint of spice and my pussy clenched as I stepped back and let my gaze track up his toned body.
He had a sultry smile for me, surrounded by well-trimmed scruff, and I licked my lips as he stepped closer. Normally, I would be nervous, but something about Hayden gave me peace, and I held my ground, waiting to see what his next move would be.
He leaned close and whispered, “I heard it’s your birthday.” His voice was deep and filled with sexy undertones. I nodded, and he continued, “You feel like enjoying yourself without all the toys?”
I looked up at him, and he licked his lips before pressing closer to me. Brushing my finger down his well-trimmed beard, I could feel his thick length pressing against my stomach. Weighing the options of a quick fuck versus months of self-pleasure, my inner ho stepped up and tagged herself in, ready for whatever he wanted to give me.
I smiled up at him and brushed the back of my hand across his stiff cock. He grasped my wrist and placed a soft kiss against my pulse, his honey brown eyes filled with desire. The electrical shock that traveled through every nerve and fiber of my being took me by surprise. I never felt anything other than sexual need with a partner.
No emotion, no connection.
I learned to turn my feelings off and internalize the isolation, allowing myself a modicum of normalcy. My former therapist reasoned I wanted a connection, but my past betrayals wouldn’t allow me to experience anything more than sex. As long as the decision was mine. Something said Hayden was about to swamp me with his wave of seduction and I was powerless to stop it.
A small part of me worried he would think badly of me for going with him so quickly, but the need for a genuine connection with someone I felt inexplicitly drawn to overruled my rational thinking. I linked my hand with his as he turned and walked toward the closed door at the end of the hallway. Realizing I needed to let Mathias know I was okay, I tugged away from his gentle grasp. He turned to me with a questioning look on his face.
“I need to tell my friend where I’m at, so he doesn’t get worried.”
Hayden leaned in until his lips were brushing against the shell of my ear. “He’s the one who sent me to you.”
I snapped back, and he winked before unlocking the door and ushering me inside. There was a large wooden desk facing the door with two leather chairs positioned in front of it. A black leather couch was along the left wall and a small bar was set under the only window placed high on the wall. The room smelled of alcohol, leather, and faintly of weed. The sound of the door locking had me turning back to Hayden as he secured us inside.
Normally, my anxiety would kick in, telling me I was vulnerable and that I needed to run. I wasn’t afraid of sex, even after what happened to me, but I was cautious to ensure I kept myself safe. Standing in front of him, I felt sexy, powerful, and somehow, not as broken. He took one step toward me, and I retreated with each of his steps until the back of my legs hit the couch and I fell to my ass. He continued to prowl toward me, and I watched his tight shirt move and flex across his defined muscles.
He stopped when he was standing in front of me, and slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees with his eyes glued to mine. It was heady watching him and my panties were so wet, they were sticking to me. Slowly, he placed a hand on each knee, and without taking his eyes off mine, he gently spread my legs open, pushing my skirt up around my waist as he shuffled between my thighs.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked with the heat of his erection pulsing against my wet panties.
“Please,” I moaned, and he lowered his head to my lap. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he snapped his gaze to mine. “I thought you wanted a kiss?”
“I do.” He smirked before a single finger grazed up my trembling thigh and stroked along my pussy. “I just never said which lips I wanted to kiss. You’re not going to deprive me of giving you a birthday kiss, are you?”
Understanding fully, I spread my legs farther apart and replied, “I wouldn’t think of depriving you of anything.”
He raised one eyebrow before his eyes tracked down to my aching core. He rubbed against my pussy and I arched my hips forward, needing more.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.” I bit my lip and nodded as he lowered his head and inhaled deeply. I could see his thick length pressing against the front of his jeans and my mouth watered, imagining swallowing him whole as he lost himself in my touch.
This had to be a dream, and if it was, I never wanted to wake up. I fantasized about him, about this so many times, but feeling his hands on me was better than any fantasy I could ever have.
His thumb slipped along the edge of my panties and he shifted them to the side, exposing my wet lips to him. His breath was cooling against my clit as he placed a soft kiss against my heated core. I involuntarily rocked my hips as he slowly peppered my pussy with closed mouth kisses. He looked at me from between my legs and licked my center as his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned deeply.
“Damn, you taste good.”
